The pills taste bitter.

If she had known they would taste this way, she might have tried something else.

But it's too late now.

When she came come and saw Xander laying there, his throat cut, she had fell down and cried.

She knows he did it. She could invent some story about demons coming to get him. But demons
would have ripped his ragged,
not cut his throat.

Her eyes become blurry from the tears cascading down her face.

Yawning, she lays down on their bed. Their sent lingerer on the bed sheets, filling her
nostrils.

Then, she sleeps.